A/N: Thanks to those who have reviewed. Reviews make my day. :)
And I'd like to appologize in advance for the length of this chapter (or lack thereof). It's short- but that just seemed to be how this one had to be done.
More to come soon.
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Jordan may not have any prior experience in raising children or understand the whole demands of motherhood, but I know beyond the shadow of a doubt that she would be an exceptional mother to any child lucky enough to come into her life.
Jordan has an amazing capacity to love, one that I'm sure she doesn't even realize. In fact, I don't think I've ever come across a person who is capable of more compassion, loyalty, forgiveness, and despite what she may believe, love, than this wonderful woman.
I think I may be especially qualified to write this reference as there have been many times I've imagined Jordan playing the role of Mother. And I've never come up with any scenario where she has been anything but gentle, patient, funny, authoritative when need be, and above all adoring to her child.
More over, I truly believe this is the mother Jordan could be, not just in my mind's eye, but in reality as well.
Sincerely,
Detective Woody Hoyt
I felt the sting of tears forming in my eyes and my finger gently traced the peaks and hollows of Woody's signature. I had never doubted Woody's affection towards me – save those months after the Riggs' shooting when he had been so filled with rage. His sweet, tender touches that lone night in the Lucy Carver Inn proved to be a physical manifestation of feelings we both always knew were there.
We had been best friends and as close as family for years now, and the sexual chemistry between us was enough to melt a hot water bottle. But now seeing Woody's words put down on paper-
"There have been many times I've pictured Jordan playing the role of mother…"
What reason would he have for saying that? Except…
My eyes grew wide with sudden realization. I stole a look at the clock sitting atop my desk. 4:33 AM it read.
Damn. Early.
I needed answers and I needed them now. Somehow I knew if I waited I'd lose my present courage.
"To hell with it," I muttered, brushing away a tear as it found its way to my cheek. I rose, crossed the room to my cell and hit the speed dial.
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A/N: The idea for this chapter and the whole story came from an online conversation I had with another CJ fan. We both found it sweet that Woody was the only one who didn't question Jordan's ability to be a mother, the only one who whole-heartedly believed she could do it. Why would Woody and no one else have believed in her so much? we asked. The answer was simple... he'd already pictured her playing that role.